Being a wallflower

I've been called a wallflower once, many years ago. Perhaps a decade ago. I took it bad, at the time. But I guess there was point. I don't like talking much with people who I just met. I was just at that dinner because of my dorm mates. It's weird that I remember this anecdote... Continue Reading →

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